Bati narrowed his narrow eyes and looked Xihua Yuanjun up and down. This woman was as beautiful as a peach and a plum, as cold as ice, repelling people from thousands of miles away. Although she was a fairy, she was like a sharp sword unsheathed, without concealing its edge. Yuanjun's thoughts could not be expressed in words. Emperor Shitian twisted the flower branches in his hands and secretly used his magical powers. Suddenly, he had an idea and his soul was shaken by it. His face changed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked towards Zhengyang Gate, but he saw what looked like a horse. The white light rises into the sky, the fairy music is misty, and the atmosphere is myriad.
Yan Nanzheng was greatly shocked. He was born in the lineage of the Heavenly Emperor. He had been in charge of Miluo Palace for many years, and he had a little knowledge of the roots of Heavenly Court. In the past, the Emperor of Heaven used his supreme supernatural power to gather the wisdom and intelligence of all the heavens and realms, and enlightened thirty-six immortal realms, which were used as the cornerstones of heaven. When the emperor's son came, he established the five immortal realms of Wangjing, Dinxia, Yufeng, Liluan, and Wuming. As one, they worshiped the heaven and warned the three realms, and re-established a corner of the heaven. The star field was turned upside down. The palaces and palaces scattered everywhere were pulled by the qi and slowly moved closer to each other. The general trend was unstoppable. But no one expected that after the Fifth Palace of Zhengyang, in just a few hundred years, a Heavenly Palace would take the initiative to surrender, resolutely joining the Heavenly Court, and willing to be driven by the emperor's son.
Which palace, which fairyland is it? For some reason, Yan Nanzheng felt uneasy. He hid his right hand in his sleeve and calculated several times. The sky was in chaos and he could not see clearly. He used his eyes to look around and saw Zhengyang Gate bathed in white light, rising steadily. Restrictions were layered on top of each other, and the damage caused by the thunder and fire was repaired one by one. The blue dragon and red phoenix circled left and right, and a desolate aura swept over, drowning everything in the world in an instant.
Between the changes of light and shadow, a solitary peak in the sea of clouds and a peach garden in the Yaochi loomed. Yan Nanzheng took a deep breath and tasted a bitter taste in his mouth. He was confused for a moment.
Mr. Li had a look of astonishment on his face and murmured: "Could it be...could it be Yaochi..."
The cause sown that day is the fruit of today. The master of the Golden Mother Palace, Lan Ronghe, presented the Yaochi spiritual disk. The emperor used his great supernatural power to pull the Yaochi. It was not until this moment that he finally succeeded. He finally got the chance to kill Liuyutian before he launched an attack. The two palaces of Yaochi and Liquan were incorporated into the Heavenly Palace, their wings gradually became more abundant, and their climate became mature.
The solitary peak is alone in the sea of clouds, the sky and water in Yaochi never increase or decrease, never overflow and never exhaust, and the flowers in the peach garden are in full bloom. Yan Nanzheng has witnessed these scenic spots several times with his own eyes. Sometimes manpower is exhausted, and fate is not as good as fate. Yan Nanzheng sighed and said solemnly: "The second palace of Yaochi and Liquan has returned to its throne. The emperor's son has connected seven immortal realms into one. We... we can't catch up!"
Li Laojun shook his head, "One wrong step, one wrong step, it's done... it's done..." He turned his attention to the battle situation. Trayatoli Tiandou led the Tiantian people to stand still, while Lan Rong, the master of the Golden Mother Palace, and Yi Yiyi The power of the four kings of the abbot, growth, wide eyes, and multi-hearing, Xihua Yuanjun intercepted the two gods, Emperor Shitian, Bati, and the palaces of Zhengyang were having a chaotic battle with the four kings and gods, and the evil energy was soaring to the sky. Immortals are like dogs, they kill like dogs.
The Emperor Shakti had no time to be distracted, and all the gods in the Trayasa Heaven were led by the Dragon King. King Yaksha and Garuda both looked at him. The Dragon King's eyes flickered and he remained silent for a long time. Under one person and above ten thousand people, although Emperor Shitian had great trust in him, the Dragon King was unwilling to make any decisions and would rather wait and see what happened. King Garuda was simple-minded and thought he did not have the responsibility. He snorted coldly and showed displeasure. King Yaksha knew the concerns of the Dragon King. Among the eight divisions of heaven and dragon, the sky is in front and the dragon is behind. The Dragon King must avoid the suspicion of overstepping.
Yan Nanzheng and Li Laojun looked at each other. The war was finally raging. Thirty-three days away, the palaces were in an awkward situation. Should they just sit back and watch, or join the chaos? There was not much time left for them to hesitate. Wei Shiqi, the master of Wuming Palace, charged out from the ground, and the balance of victory and defeat suddenly tilted.
The foundation of the Four Heavenly Kings is far inferior to that of the Traylit Heaven. The Four Heavenly Kings are trapped, and there is no outstanding strong hand among the heavens. Injuring ten of their fingers is worse than cutting off one of them. Wei Shiqi and Qinglan saw the opportunity to fight, and they had a clear understanding, and they both entered the enemy's formation. . Qing Lan abandoned the monster and used it, outlined it with her ten fingers, the mirror light was like a rainbow, the four kings and everyone in heaven could not dodge, and were caught by the mirror light, their bodies were all slightly sluggish, Wei Shiqi's feet were stepping on the wind and fire gold sand, and the red copper cast hatred stick was next to him Death, death, invincible, he cut through the enemy's formation in a few breaths, setting off a bloody storm.
Yan Nanzheng shook his head and looked at Mr. Li. As his thoughts moved, sticky blood flowed from the seven orifices, and the big horn of the Life Star radiated with light, breaking away from the shackles of the Emperor Star, standing out, and reflecting the star field. Li Laojun waved his sleeves and ordered the imperial bandit Qu Yuanhe to gather the true immortals from the six palaces and slowly withdraw from the battlefield, find a way back thirty-three days away, and save some seeds. As for him and Yan Nanzheng, they had no choice but to stay out of the matter. If you hold on and see the dust settles, who will decide the ups and downs?
The purple star appeared, and all the auxiliary stars, big and small, bowed their heads. Yan Nanzheng was tied up and unable to continue. He had tested it several times before. He didn't know whether the emperor was powerless, or had no time to look around, or a combination of both. The situation The situation was so critical that he couldn't hold back any longer, so he had to take the risk. The secret technique of the Fate Star was controlled by the Ziwei Emperor Star. Yan Nanzheng already had different ambitions, and he worked hard to make up for this flaw. When the great change came, he wandered alone in the star field, studied it carefully, and finally deduced it. Using a magical power, he forcibly lit up the life star under the pressure of the emperor star, and tried his best.
After all, the emperor is not the emperor of heaven. The power of the Ziwei Star cannot be caught. Now that the fate star has been freed from the fetters of the emperor star, Yan Nanzheng no longer hesitates and pushes out his right palm flatly. The mana pours out layer by layer, and the master of Wuming Palace, Wei Shiqi, Stop him and don't let him go on a killing spree.
Wei Shiqi ignored him at all. The power of wind and fire under his feet was strong, and he was as slippery as a swimming fish. Before the magic power could close up, he turned back and rushed into the enemy's formation at the moment of lightning. He swayed left and right. Wherever he passed, the four kings There were heavy casualties every day. When Qing Lan saw Yan Nanzheng take action, her heart trembled. Wherever she dared to stay, her body collapsed and turned into mirror light all over the sky, scattering and collapsing. She was afraid that she would be trapped by the magic power accidentally and would be unable to escape.
A melee battle is better than fighting alone. Yan Nanzheng could not act unscrupulously and wipe out the four kings and all the gods. Wei Shiqi avoided the entanglement of magic power and came and went quickly, bullying the weak. The red copper hate stick killed people like numbness. Covered in a thick layer of blood, six golden dragons swarmed out. Their injuries gradually healed, becoming more ferocious and brutal.
The Dragon King finally couldn't stand it any longer and thought carefully: "The Four Kings have been defeated. The Lord of the Wuming Palace is a close friend. If you have the authority, King Garuda can take action and capture him."
King Garuda frowned and said bluntly: "If King Yaksha can't take advantage, how can I capture him?"
The Dragon King said: "King Garuda comes and goes like lightning and is extremely powerful. There is no need to fight with the Lord of the Wuming Palace to force him out of the chaotic formation. The Lord of the Miluo Palace will help him."
King Garuda was so proud and arrogant that he was not willing to join forces with the Lord of Miluo Palace, which would ruin his reputation. But now that the Dragon King had spoken, even if he was reluctant in every way, he would not allow her to evade, so he had to duck out, escape like an arrow, and grab him. Wei Shiqi was intercepted in advance.
